...she found herself jerked from her saddle, falling through space. She landed with a breath-crushing thud across Cash's knee. Cash applied the wallops with a heavy hand while Lash kicked and screamed, trying to free herself of this unladylike position. "This one is for yesterday...and the welt on my butt. This one is for the cat claws you dug into me awhile ago. And..." with an extra-hard slap on her upturned bottom, he added, "this one is for pulling your gun on me." Then he released her and let her tumble in an ungraceful heap onto the dust of the ground. "That's for just now " Getting stung in the seat of his pants by a whip, and then hauled off to the sheriff's office on an accusation of cattle rustlin' was not Cash's idea of how to start the day off right. He wasn't too sure being let out on the condition that he worked off his sins on the Laramie ranch was a good plan, either. And the fact that the ranch was run by a lady...sort of...well, that's just a recipe for trouble. This story is stuffed full of old-fashioned temper, a goodly splash of humor, a bit of trickery, along with a dash of romance. Along the way, there is the spilling of blood, fist fights, and battle scars as the boss lady of the Double Bar Ranch and a man with a silent purpose clash in this twisted saga to solve a mysterious murder as well as save the ranch. An old-fashioned box supper brings light to a surprise ending.